by Maggie Ryan
Mrs. Bremmer turned to face the terrified girl. “Oh, believe me, Missy. You were being naughty. You know better than to seek comfort when you’ve been punished. Lord Wintercrest does not take the time to blister your bottom if he doesn’t intend for you to feel the effect for several days.”
“Now see here, Mrs. Bremmer, is it? Can’t you see you are deliberately frightening Miss Furniss? I don’t like your tone, or your desire to frighten her. How can we expect Miss Furniss to remember her lessons if she is shaking so hard she can barely stand?” Charles had stood and was almost shaking himself. He was about to continue when another voice rang in the room.
“While that is a good question, Sir, I believe I engaged you to tutor Miss Furniss, and not to interfere in the life of my ward. It is my responsibility to provide for her as well as my duty to discipline her. Mrs. Bremmer is correct in that Lucille knows better than to sit on a pillow after she has been punished, unless she is given permission. Isn’t that correct, Lucille?”
Lucy’s face was so red it rivaled that of her punished bottom the night before. She swallowed hard but had to answer, “Yes, but I thought since… since I hadn’t been… um… punished today it would… would be all right.”
“It most certainly isn’t. You will simply have to adjust your thoughts and accept the fact that a naughty bottom gets punished and stings and burns for hours or days. That is the intended purpose of a good spanking, and sitting should be uncomfortable.” He enjoyed the look of abject misery on her face.
Charles’ own face flushed as he turned to Edward, “I understand Lord Wintercrest, however, if there is any blame to be placed here, I assure you it is mine. I placed the pillow on the chair and insisted Miss Furniss seat herself. Mathematics is a difficult subject and having her squirm on a… well, squirm about would do nothing but distract her from her lessons. I believe it is your intention for your ward to pass her exam on Monday, is it not?”
Edward was somewhat taken aback at his tone but found the man earned a bit more of his own respect. He nodded and spoke a bit more softly, “It is, Sir. I appreciate your concern for my ward; however, I must insist that since Lucille has more lessons to learn than simply mathematics, she shall do her lessons seated, as I desire. I am sure that knowing the consequences of failure will not only ensure that she remain seated quietly, but also insure she concentrates fully.”
Charles knew when he was being given a chance to save face and he took it. “Certainly, Lord Wintercrest. I apologize for my actions.” He reached down, removed the pillow, and handed it to the huffing housekeeper.
She accepted it, and immediately thrust it at Lucille. “Put this back where it belongs, and return to your seat immediately.”
Lucy accepted the pillow, and barely managing not to bury her face into its thickness, hurried into the parlor and placed the pillow back on the settee. She had no wish to return to the dining room, but knew she had no other choice. She dared look at no one, sliding as gently into her chair as she could. She heard Mrs. Bremmer grunt, and then pour the tea. She practically thrust the cup at Charles and then handed the glass of milk to Lucille. They both accepted them with quiet thanks. Edward grinned, knowing his housekeeper was disappointed that Lucille wasn’t immediately turned up and her drawers drawn down. He gave a small shrug and watched as she left the dining room, and then he too turned to leave. He would learn soon enough exactly how well Lucille was able to concentrate after her first quiz of the afternoon. Meanwhile, he returned to his study, and saw his wife quietly sitting and working on her sewing. He moved to sit beside her and surprised her by picking her up and settling her on his lap. She blushed as he took her sewing from her and set it aside. Louisa didn’t question his actions, as this felt far better than being turned bottom-up over his knee. He cradled her to him, and then pressed his lips to the top of her head.
“How are you feeling, little lady?” he asked as his hand stroked down her back several times before settling on her hip.
She blushed, and felt her heart rate increase as she answered, “I’m fine Sir.”
He continued to stroke her as he relaxed on the settee. This was what he loved. The simple act of holding his little child-wife on his lap as she practically purred with his strokes. He kissed her again, and when she lifted her face to his, he moved his mouth to cover hers. The kiss was gentle but incredibly sweet and loving. She surged up to meet his lips as he moved one hand to cup and then squeeze her bottom. He loved her moans as his hand reignited her throbbing bottom, but she remained still and returned his kiss with ardor. Edward had taken his pleasure only hours before, but felt his cock stir in his pants. He knew his wife was aware of that fact as well, as she squirmed a bit on his lap. He lowered his lips to her ear and whispered, “I know what I’d find if I put my fingers between your legs, young lady.”
Louisa flushed, and felt another gush of moisture flow from her. She would never understand the power this man held over her sexuality. She had no one with which to discuss this response – to even know if she was normal, but had a feeling that she had surprised her husband by always seeming to become wet under either his discipline or his gentleness. Edward continued to simply hold her, and occasionally stroke his hand down her back. It was too soon to luncheon for him to seek his pleasure, and he would always enjoy keeping his little lady right on the edge of her own. He satisfied himself in remembering what had transpired in their bed that morning.
He had awakened to find his body pressed up against his wife’s soft small body. She had managed to turn herself onto her side somehow during the night and her little bottom was pressed into his groin. He felt himself instantly reacting and, without waking her, managed to untie her restraints and free her hands. He pulled her even tighter against his body as he moved one hand to cup her breast and his thick fingers began to tweak and play with her nipple.
Louisa had moaned and squirmed, her small bottom pressing back as if seeking him. Edward had continued his play until she jerked awake. She immediately tried to pull away from his body but at his sharp command to be still, she froze. She didn’t realize her hands were free until Edward rolled onto his back and pulled her to lie atop him. Her face turned scarlet as she realized his erection was trapped under her tummy. Sunlight streamed into the room and she had no way to hide her nakedness. Edward loved her face and the fact that she had no idea of what he expected. He put his arms around her and then guided her mouth to his.
He kissed her deeply, and was soon thrusting his tongue between her lips to taste and play with her own. Louisa felt herself respond, and was soon moaning and squirming atop his hard, muscular body. He had denied her release the day before, and she felt her pussey flood with arousal. Edward chuckled as her movements only increased his desire. He kept her pressed to his chest with one hand while he used his free hand to roam across her bare bottom. She began to squirm even more, but this time from the discomfort his hand was creating as he pinched and traced the raised welts on her bottom.
“Be still, little one,” he ordered after releasing her mouth. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and tried to obey. It was impossible to remain still as he continued to play with her bottom and occasionally dip his fingers between her legs. She felt him grow harder beneath her stomach, and flushed, knowing he desired her. She prayed he would allow her to take her own pleasure and tried to be as good as possible. Edward chuckled, knowing she was desperately trying to remain still, but understanding his fingers and probing was making the task extremely difficult. She moaned against his chest when his fingers dipped deep into her sex and slid a bit into her.
“Ohhh… oh… please,” she panted, her legs parting to allow him freer access. She was desperate for some sort of release.
“Scoot down, Louisa, and put my cock inside your sweet little pussey.” She raised her head, the shock at hearing this order evident on her face. Edward smiled and gave her a sharp swat to her bottom. She yelped and immediately slid down his body until she was clear of his
erection. She looked absolutely adorable, her tiny teeth biting on her lower lip as she reached out to take him in her hand. She raised her eyes to see him watching her every move. Her face flushed and he said softly, “That’s a good girl. Now, lift up and guide me into your pussey. It is time you learn to ride your Papa like you ride a horse.” Her face flamed brighter, but she cautiously lifted her hips and awkwardly moved him into position. As she guided him inside, her fingers encountered her slickness, and again she flushed. Edward loved every moment, though he was finding it more and more difficult to contain his need to take her. He moaned as he slid further into her and his voice was husky as he said, “Lower yourself onto me, little one. Move up and down and ride my cock. Show me how you can please your Papa.”
Louisa pushed her feeling of shame away as she felt him fill her inch by inch. She moaned as she settled onto him and then began to slowly move. Edward allowed her to determine her own speed until he could no longer hold back. His hands settled on her hips as he began to thrust his own hips upwards to push faster and deeper. Louisa moaned and leaned forward as he drove into her, her small fists clenched on his chest. He moved his hands to hold her small bottom and soon increased his speed. “Ohh,” she gasped, as she felt her pleasure building. Her heart raced as she moved to meet his thrusts, their hips slapping together.
Edward was aware of her every emotion and knew she was quite close to her culmination. He thrust hard into her and ordered, “Come for me, Missy. Come for Papa.” His words pushed her over the edge, and she shattered into a thousand pieces. Her contractions gripped him tightly, drawing his own eruption from him. He groaned as he released himself deep into her pussey. Louisa collapsed across him, her head pressed to his chest. She could hear his heart thudding beneath her ear and she smiled. She had obeyed him, and had given him pleasure. She blushed, thinking of her own reaction, and knew she needed to thank him. She moved her head only enough to look into his eyes,
“Thank you, Papa. Thank you for my pleasure.” Edward’s heart swelled with love and pride at his little one. He stroked her hair and pressed her head back to his chest. They lay together in total contentment.
“You are welcome my love. You were a very good girl for your Papa. I believe you quite enjoyed your ride?” She blushed as she realized how his words made her feel. She was happy he was pleased, and yet felt a bit ashamed at the image of what she had done.
He stroked his hand down her body until his hand rested once again on her bottom, and she whispered, “Yes Papa… I… I liked riding you.” Edward chuckled and rolled over to trap her beneath him. He kissed her until she was squirming under him. He again moved between her thighs, and entered her quickly. She moaned deeply, and though he had allowed her to take her pleasure, she was shocked when he moved his finger to her small bud. She arched beneath him, her small hands clinging to his wide shoulders.
“That’s my good girl. Come for me baby, let me feel you come again.” She obeyed for the second time, and he buried himself deeply, enjoying the ripples of her orgasm. He forced every last shudder from her before he pumped himself hard into her and flooded her insides again. When he was done, she managed to whisper her thanks before she drifted into sleep. Edward smiled, wrapped her in his arms, and held her until he, too, drifted away.
Remembering the love they had shared, he kissed her again and then settled her onto the settee. She instantly missed being on his lap but didn’t complain as he handed her the tapestry. Blushing, she found her hands shaking as she took up her needle once more. Edward dropped another kiss onto the top of her head and then settled at his desk. He wondered if she had also thought of how their morning had begun and smiled. While she had a far way to go in her training, she was quickly proving to be a very passionate and mostly willing student.
Chapter 5
While the two enjoyed their memories, Lucille struggled to maintain her composure. Professor Thorne attempted to apologize, but realized he was making the situation worse.
“Please Sir, please just forget it. There is nothing for you to apologize for. Please, can we just study?” Charles sighed, wishing he could make the small woman understand that he sympathized with her, and held her in no fault for the embarrassing scene. Seeing her eyes filled with tears, he nodded.
“Certainly Miss Furniss.” She was grateful when he handed a new sheet of problems to her and began to explain them. Lucy found it hard to focus on his words through the sheen of tears in her eyes, but was grateful he had dropped the awkward attempts to discuss what had happened. They studied for another two hours before Mrs. Bremmer announced she needed them to clear the table so that lunch could be served. Charles began gathering the scattered papers, and Lucille excused herself to take care of some personal needs. She was soon behind the closed door of her room and her composure crumbled. She cried out and then pressed her fist into her mouth to stifle the sounds of her pain. Furious at herself, she shook her head and forced herself to take care of her need, straighten her clothing and prepare herself for the luncheon she was sure to be uncomfortable. She heard her name being called, and was quick to open her door and hurry down the stairs. When she entered the dining room, everyone was standing.
“Excuse me for being late,” she said to no one in particular. Professor Lloyds was quick to pull out her chair and seat her. She blushed as she saw Edward smiling over at her but quickly lowered her eyes. The meal was a quiet one but didn’t grow uncomfortable until Edward spoke at the end.
“It’s time to see how well you can concentrate, Lucille. Please go into my study and I will join you in a bit.” Lucy forced herself not to shake as she pushed back her chair and stood.
“Yes sir,” she said quietly and walked with as much dignity as possible out of the room. Edward asked Charles for the quiz he had prepared. Charles passed it to Louisa who, in turn, handed it to her husband. She had given the paper a quick glance and said a prayer that her sister would be able to answer the multiple problems correctly. Edward read down the page and then stood.
“If you’ll both excuse me, I will give the quiz to Lucille and hope she does well. Perhaps you’d enjoy a turn about the garden while you wait?” Louisa took her cue and turned to Professor Lloyds.
“I’d be glad to show you the gardens, Sir.” Charles smiled at the small woman, again seeing the fact that while the sisters were identical, he could now immediately tell them apart. There was a certain look in Louisa’s eyes that showed her innocence, while her sister had the same beautiful eyes but they contained a definite wariness. He stood and helped Louisa to stand.
“I’d love to accompany you, Lady Wintercrest.” Edward saw her eyes dart to him and knew she wondered at the proper response to the address she had been told not to expect. He smiled and gave her a small nod. She relaxed and allowed her former teacher to tuck her hand in his arm. She led him towards the large set of French doors in the parlor and they stepped outside. The day was beautiful, the air crisp and not yet stifling with the coming heat of summer. While Charles wondered how his student was faring, he found himself truly enjoying both the walk through the beautifully laid-out gardens, as well as the quiet company of his hostess. Louisa quietly pointed out various plantings, and would stop often to bend forward to smell some blossom or another. Her delight in the flowers was obvious. They were passing across the back of the house when they both heard a sharp cry rent the air.
Louisa would have stumbled if not for the quick reaction of her guest. Her face showed her distress. “Oh, I fear for Lucy. I… I guess she didn’t do well.” Charles heard the true concern in her voice.
“It wasn’t for lack of trying I assure you, Lady Wintercrest. She was nothing but attentive in applying herself to her studies. I… I’m not sure why she failed.” Louisa understood immediately that this man was quickly seeing her sister as something more than his student. She saw him look towards the house as another cry floated out the open window and was borne to them on the air. She saw his pain and confusion and found herself
comforting him.
“I’m sure you did the best you could, Professor. Lucy just has so much to learn in such a short time. Mathematics has always been difficult for her. Ask her anything about history or English, and I assure you she outshines everyone. Don’t give up on her, I beg you. Please, please help her to succeed.” He dropped his eyes to see her staring up at him with love for her sister shining from her eyes.
He patted her hand and promised, “Never, Lady Wintercrest. I would never abandon Miss Furniss. I promise to better prepare her. I know she can pass the exam; I just know it.”
Louisa took heart in his sincere belief that her sister could succeed. “Thank you Sir,” she said softly. He swallowed hard, and though he knew they should walk away from the house, for some reason they both stood as if in witness or support of Lucille. The sharp cracks of what was most obviously a paddle being used against a bare bottom echoed about the garden, chased by Lucy’s screams, cries and pleas for mercy. Still, neither moved until the cries gradually faded and when the air was once again filled with the sounds of birds, they continued their walk. It was several moments later before Charles opened the door and stepped aside to let Louisa enter before him.
They entered the dining room nearly the same moment that Edward guided Lucille into the room. Lucy dared not look at anyone, but immediately went to the same chair she had occupied all morning, and as steadily as she could, seated herself, trying to neither wince nor squirm. Her bottom ached, but didn’t burn with the fire it had after her birching the evening before. Edward hadn’t wasted time with any lectures. She had failed the quiz, and they both had known what that meant. When he had told her to stand, she had done so, her hands aching to reach behind her. Edward had moved from behind his desk and taken her arm. Lucy flushed as she remembered the way he had unceremoniously bent her over the arm of one of the chairs, lifted her skirts and petticoats and thrown them up onto her back. She had felt her bloomers being untied and roughly pulled down to fall at her ankles. She had buried her face in her hands but had been able to see her guardian walk to the cabinet, open one door and pick up a wooden paddle. Edward had heard her gasp upon glimpsing inside the cabinet, and knew she had seen the dozens of different implements from which he would choose. Lucy had begun to cry even before Edward lifted the paddle above her bottom.